| Have to read patiently
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| Books from past centuries
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| Books of those rarely seen
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| Hidden for ages
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| Painted walls, protraits drawn of great empires and royal lawns
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| Tapestries in banquet halls
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| Vanished from memory
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| Now there’s nothing left to be shown
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| The works of unknowns
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| I divide, multiply
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| Write what I learn and why
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| Lecture to younger minds
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| With sense and reason
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| I devise formulas with chemical and minerals
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| Ponder life through telescopes
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| And question one’s purpose
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| Now there’s nothing left to be shown
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| The works of unknowns
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| Have to be commonly known as one family
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| Lengthy geneologies of who came before us
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| Branches of family trees drawn by those after these
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| Pages, proper histories, lived then forgotten |